You're welcome! Just been reading one by ee cummins called 'May I feel said he'...a little risque and funny.Originally Posted by freckle
this is music to my ears....i love it...i was feeling the usual nameless dread i get with sunday evenings...nowt like a bit of love/raunch to lighten the mood!!!! this has cheered me, thanks Hes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/may-i-feel-said-he/
yep, that is a classic, loving it!!!!...right i'm offski, sleep well hes...today is another (bleary eyes in my case) day! onwards and upwards
Night Freckle, sleep well.xhttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/may-i-feel-said-he/
yep, that is a classic, loving it!!!!...right i'm offski, sleep well hes...today is another (bleary eyes in my case) day! onwards and upwards
morning all!
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
E.B.Browniing
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
who knows what suprises are in store in life? ....... it would seem Mrs Browning was unaware for a good few years ....
http://ezinearticles.com/?Elizabeth-...Thee?&id=13270
Last edited by freckle; 30-11-2009 at 07:51 AM.
Guess again big boy.Did you know that the middle name for Harry H Howgill is Hare?
Just don't expect me to tell you when you guess right!
Some things have to be kept secret.
is it for humungos ? (spelling) ?..........tee heeGuess again big boy.
Just don't expect me to tell you when you guess right!
Some things have to be kept secret., i'll apologise now, sleep deprived mischeviousness.....
aye, its monday...but chin up everyone, we can do it!!!!!!!
First fig
Edna St vincent millay
My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends —
It gives a lovely light!
gawd i am knackered!
...what an amazing story. It is a bit like some kind of fairy or folktale, poor talented young woman with heart of gold and stern, cold father has life of tragedy but eventually finds true, everlasting love. I didn't know anything about her before today. I do love this thread, it is so educational as well as a great place to be! Cheers Freckle.
Glad you liked Kinder
Here is another I wrote, I was inspired by memorials high in the mountains, the continuity of life and that people have such a spiritual connection with mountains that they choose to have their ashes spread there.
The spreading of Ashes
Into the wind this dust will blow
to settle in storm gathered pools of water
that dwell behind rocks and grasses
and darken the fleece of lambs due for slaughter
And with that wind a soul will follow
to glide and look down on mountain peaks
and catch the wing of a passing swallow
living forever in the song from their beaks.
Fantastic neil great stuff.
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